Dear Dayton, OH By, Jeffrey Dallet

Backwood boys with their cistern toys recap the clouds of childhood joys 'cause there's no such thing as a forest there anymore. The Salem saints have been defaced and the Seibenthaler hawks have been erased 'cause progress means leaving them all behind. Take your Caddy to the boarded eye of old 130 Marson Drive the body's there but the soul left long ago. Linger do the ghosts of Frigidaire, suffered same fate as the Mead book squares and the engineer says: kid you got a lot to learn about being an American. 

Rust in peace Daytontown, rust in peace Daytontown someday to you the debts will be repaid. Rust in peace Daytontown rust in peace Daytontown from the ashes will your glory be reclaimed. 

North Riverdale freezes in the ice stained night and crumbles to the ground does Colonel White 'cause they aint been born no rich man's son. Main Street Highway 48 rots and slides into decay as violence knocks hard on poverty's door. Claim to fame to the birth of flight all hail the protection of Patterson-Wright and whats all wrong plaese soon make right. Student Flyers give life to town as do the spawn of E.J. Brown but they're getting harder and harder to spot these days. 

So rust in peace Daytontown rust in peace Daytontown someday to you the debts will be repaid. Rust in peace Daytontown rust in peace Daytontown from the ashes will your glory be reclaimed. 

Oh the fat rich ones will save the dough at the expense of the poor who will die slow at the hand of the good old American way. While the Wall Street pimps will slap the grins off the Main Street whores who reap the sins of the drop in price that makes it easier to sell your soul. By depression you mean its the little man's problem. 

Good Old Sam will keep the corpse of Main Hardware's once strong force that helped them build what they now destroy. Man at odds with forgotten jobs and the promise once held by the high end slobs who say: that trickle down will take effect soon enough. Miami Valley will keep its tally on the rust belt slaves who soon will rally to occupy what has been taken from them. Daytontown riches to rags be killed to take no part of heaven and no part of hell just to sleep and dream when everything went well. 

So rust in peace Daytontown rust in peace Daytontown someday to you the debts will be repaid. Rust in peace Daytontown rust in peace Daytontown from the ashes will your glory be reclaimed.